Somewhere Nowhere Club Novels & Stories

“Where exactly?” “Patience,” he said, smirking even though sweat trickled down his face. “Alright, I’ve got the coordinates. Looks like… huh. The Dome Club.” I froze. “The what?” “The Dome Club. That underground bar is more than twenty miles away. The place is known for its rough crowd. It has a mix of humans with rogues there sometimes. Not your kinda place, Alpha.” A growl ripped from my chest. “What the heck is she doing in a place like that?”

After dropping Liora home after the doctor's appointment, Soren drove to a very famous club in the capital, Secret Hush. It was famous among the rich, heirs of old-generation families, and politicians. It was an exclusive members-only club. It was his and Reagan Clark's, his best friend's, hangout place. They had a private room there where they would mainly hang out, drink, and unwind. It had been ages since Soren showed up at Secret Hush. When he suddenly did, his tie loose and the top two buttons of his shirt undone, Reagan furrowed his brows, amusement and curiosity flickering in his eyes.

“Camelot doesn't play. If they’ve sent a specialist, we’re in for a long winter. Did she give you a name?” “No name. Just a reputation for being a ghost.” “Well,” Julian says, gesturing toward the pulsing entrance of Club Ombra. “Even ghosts need to get a drink somewhere. Let’s go find him.” The club is a sensory assault. Purple and deep crimson lights spill over the floors, polished to look like liquid obsidian. The air is thick with the scent of expensive gin and sweat. Girls in cages dance above the crowd, their movements synchronized to a beat that feels like a physical punch to my chest.

*So, Elena, let’s see what you’re really like when no one’s watching. --- At the Club The club was alive with energy, the dim lights casting a moody glow over the patrons. Music thumped through the speakers, and laughter filled the air. Normally, I’d be tucked away in a VIP booth, but tonight, I was a ghost, drifting unnoticed among the crowd.

"That's if you're willing to check it out" I furrowed my brows, crossing my arms. “Really? And where is this mysterious place you’re talking about?” “A club,” he said, his voice dropping almost to a whisper. “It’s one of the famous ones here....and since tonight’s Friday… the energy is going to be insane....trust me, there'll be live music, dancing, wild games. You can just think of it as a night of fun...no thoughts, just fun...It’s an experience you'd really love”

Fake alcohol, illegal operations, sex workers, police involvement. “What the hell…” My chest tightens, because this doesn’t sound like him. Or maybe, I don’t know him well enough to say that. I scroll further, and then I see the club name. Velour Nocturne. My breath catches. “Wait…” I sit up fully now. “Clover…” She looks up. “What?” “Velour Nocturne.” Her brows pull together. “What about it?” I stare at the screen. “That’s the club we went to two days ago right?”

I asked. "Yeah, come on we should leave." Walking out of the house, we settled inside Emily's sedan and soon we were off to the club in the next town. Almost an hour later, Emily finally stopped in front of the club 'Neon'. It was completely packed with loud music which was almost deafening my ears. Neon was a subtle club with a beautiful setting, also being the only hotspot among the nearby towns, the weekends were always overcrowded. We pushed through the swarm of people and went to the bar.

I asked and Kim burst into a silly laughter. “No silly. The one that was supposed to be on campus was the one that happened two days ago which you missed by the way.” The excitement slowly drained out but I kept going. “Oh. So where is this one being held?” “Club Soho. Luckily for us, Steve reserved an entire section, and since we all have our ID cards, this works even better.” “Oh.” This wasn't so bad. At least it wasn't one of my husband's clubs. All I needed to do was let down my hair, dance a little, drink the conception in my flask and avoid alcohol for the night.

The next night the girls and I went to a club called Vault. It's a nice place to dance and smoke hookah, but it is too damn small. From outside of the club it looks dark with flashing lights; the only way you'll know it's a club is by the music blasting through the walls. They play all the latest hits, some reggaeton but mostly hip-hop.